Originally, Han Sen thought that the Holy Son of the Hades was naturally also an Hades, at most a child, he already had the consciousness of being a nanny, but when he looked at the woman's gaze, what he saw was not an Hades, not even a strange spirit.

Following the woman's gaze, what Han Sen saw was a stone, about a zhang high, Han Sen originally thought that it was a rockery in the garden, used for decoration.

But following the woman's gaze, Han Sen saw that there was also a painting on the stone.

The picture in the painting is a woman standing on a bridge with an umbrella, under the hazy smoke and rain, only one of the woman's backs can be seen, although the face cannot be seen, but there is an indescribable beauty and refinement.

"Are you saying that the woman in the painting is the Holy Son, and where is she?" Han Sen couldn't believe his thoughts, and asked tentatively in a different way of understanding.

The woman seemed to see through Han Sen's thoughts: "As you think, the person in the painting is the Holy Son, and she is there." ”

"Does that mean that painting is the Holy Son?" Han Sen couldn't believe it and scanned the entire stone and the portrait on it with his Cave Xuan aura, and he didn't feel any life, it was simply a dead thing.

"Not bad. The woman nodded very seriously and said: "You can go back to the alliance now to make some preparations, bring some famous books back to read to her, teach her some human thinking directions as much as possible, if you don't teach well, I will use it to cut off your head, if you teach well, it is yours." ”

As she spoke, the woman took out the crocodile scissors and shook them in front of Han Sen.

"But ......" Han Sen was about to say something, but the woman had already turned around and left, and disappeared into the garden in the blink of an eye.

"I'm rubbing, are you crazy, let me teach a painting, can she understand?" Han Sen cried out depressedly.

"Who said I couldn't understand?" Suddenly, from the direction of the stone, a faint woman's voice came.

Han Sen was suddenly taken aback, his eyes widened and he stared at the stone, and the Cave Xuan aura scanned the past, and what he felt was still a dead thing.

"Are you talking to me?" Han Sen said as he approached the stone in disbelief and looked at the woman in Tsing Yi on the painting.

"Are there any other creatures here?" the voice came from the stone, but Han Sen didn't see any change in the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, she was still that dead.

Han Sen said two more words, but the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting was silent.

"Hey, are you still there?" Han Sen screamed a few more times, but he couldn't hear the woman's voice anymore.

"Strange, could it be that I hallucinated just now?" Han Sen was puzzled in his heart, and looked at the portrait on the stone with a complicated expression.

However, Han Sen finally knew that this stone and portrait were indeed not mortal, and it was not so difficult to understand that the woman asked him to teach portraits.

There was no way, he couldn't run away if he wanted to, so he could only return to the alliance and find a few books to read back to the portrait, but except for the first two sentences, he never heard the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting speak.

The woman did not allow Han Sen to leave the garden, and in addition to reading to the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting, Han Sen was to cultivate the Ice Muscle Jade Bone Technique and the Cave Xuan Sutra, so as to quickly recondense the crystal nucleus and the sky-covering umbrella.

Han Sen didn't really take the woman in Tsing Yi in the painting seriously, and spent most of his time practicing or chatting and playing with Bao'er.

It's not that Han Sen doesn't want to teach, but he reads here in front of a portrait, no one responds to him, this kind of thing doesn't need him to do it at all, the woman comes back with a few books, any alien spirit can do anything for Han Sen, and it's even better than what he did, at least they won't be as lazy as Han Sen.

Fortunately, no matter how lazy Han Sen was, he didn't see the woman come to him, as if he had forgotten him, Han Sen stayed in the garden for more than half a month, except for the murals on the stones, he hadn't even seen a living creature, as if the whole world had forgotten him.

"I don't know what happened to Ling Mei'er, I hope she won't have an accident, don't be deceived by Ling Thirteen. "Even if Han Sen wanted to help her now, he didn't have that ability.

After cultivating the Ice Muscle Jade Bone and the Cave Xuan Sutra, Han Sen was really idle, and he couldn't escape anyway, so he took out the Tai'a Sword and compared the Heart Sword Dao of the Six Dao.

Heart kendo does not emphasize moves, even if the six moves are learned, it is useless, heart kendo is heavy on artistic conception, and personal ideas are more important than swordsmanship itself.

Han Sen liked this kind of swordsmanship very much, but it was not the same thing when he practiced it, and it never had a very good effect.

Han Sen thought about it and felt that the problem was still with the Six Dao Swords, the Six Dao could use the Heart Sword Dao, in addition to the fact that he was indeed a peerless genius, there was also an important reason, his talent and the attributes of the Six Sword Sects of the Gene Core matched the Heart Sword Dao, so he was able to exert such extreme power in the Heart Sword Dao.

Han Sen didn't have that kind of attribute and the six-way sword gene core, and it was far more difficult than the six-way to practice the artistic conception of the Heart Sword Dao to that extent.

However, Han Sen didn't plan to practice the Heart Sword Dao to the level of the Six Paths, but only used the method of the Heart Sword Dao to make himself more aware of his beliefs, which was also a kind of self-reflection and enlightenment.

Although the Heart Sword Dao was learned from the Six Paths, Han Sen's use of it was completely different from the Six Paths, because they were originally two people with different personalities, and it could even be said that they were two opposing extreme personalities.

Liudao is the kind of person who is full of perfectionist romantic style, and there seems to be nothing in the world that can leave a trace in his heart, that is, the genetic core of the Great Emperor, which he also said would be destroyed, and he never took it to heart at all.

But Han Sen is a person who has suffered and suffered, and he has carried too much, so sometimes it is not so easy to let go, and he is not willing to let go.

Heart kendo is the way of idealism, the mood is different, the use of swordsmanship, the artistic conception is completely different, even if the moves are the same, it seems to be two completely different swordsmanship.

Liudao's use of the Heart Dao Sword is simply as convincing as a god, and he can't wait to test the sword himself, even if he dies under his sword, he has no complaints.

However, when the Heart Dao Sword arrived in Han Sen's hands, it was not the case at all, and when others saw Han Sen's swordsmanship, not only did they not devote themselves to the idea of feeding the sword, but they would be stimulated to fight spirit.

This is something that Han Sen can't control, because his own belief is like this, no matter what difficulties he faces, he will never give up, even if it is an opportunity, he must die to survive, his belief is transformed into the Heart Dao Sword, and it naturally becomes this style.

Unless Han Sen's own mind changed, even if he changed all his moves, he wouldn't be able to change this artistic conception.

"This sword is practiced very well, what is its name?" Han Sen was practicing his sword when he suddenly heard a faint voice coming from the stone wall, it was the woman's voice he had heard before.